This blue velvet chair is my very favorite item in our home.
We bought it a few years ago on craigslist for $30.
At the time, we had just moved in to a 4th floor loft apartment downtown in Over the Rhine, with no elevator.
We very naively allowed some guy off the street to carry it upstairs for us.
When he left, we looked at each other and agreed that was really very stupid.
That guy turned out to be Kevin, our favorite corner drunk over the years.
A couple of weeks ago, Hendrix vomited all over it. The curdled milk kind.
As I was cleaning him, Nick was cleaning the chair and declared that the damage might be irreversible and the chair might just be rendered trash.
This news was crushing.
I cleaned it some more, took the cushion cover off, and threw away the foam inside.
The cover washed up fine in the laundry, and I kept working on the chair.
I bought new foam from Joann's when it went on sale for 50% off.
The blue velvet chair is still alive. Febrezed and beautiful.
Don't it always seem to go, that you don't what you've got until your kid ralphs all over it?
What's your favorite thing in your house?